Whistling Jimbo

 

G

way down south where the shy old possum will hide in the mamaku tree

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there lived an old man named Jimbo Crawford strange as a man can be

G

Jimbo split his wood with a big sledgehammer, his leg had a terrible scar

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but nothing could touch him in the town of Invercargill when he picked up his old guitar

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He'd make no blunder. You couldn't lose him.

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A perfect wonder, You'd have to choose him.

                             G7        C

A great musician Of high position

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Whistling Jimbo the One Man Band

Miles he would tramp to a ball or party

In rainy weather or fine.

When he arrived, he was welcomed hearty.

Out came the chicken and the wine.

When he was through with the wine and the chicken,

He'd play an' whistle so grand,

You'd think that the angels on their harps were pickin',

But it's Jimbo the One Man Band.

Where is happiness?

 I've just washed the dishes while cooking some lamb chop to slice up for a school lunch. Threw the dog a half eaten kransky from the fridge so I could toss out four day old salad remains and clean the container. The dog gave me that look that says "this food cold". I told him to wait for it to warm up so he took it outside to play with it. Drank half my second coffee of three heaped teaspoons of instant coffee in a half filled cup of boiling water.

I'm old suddenly. I did not see it coming. Not the reality. The first person experience. It was always just something imagined. I have a bit of a toothache. I always put it off because of money but eventually it goes where the others have gone before it. Soon maybe I'll have to live on mush or get false teeth. As i contemplate the next task for making the school lunch I realise that being in the now is what happiness is really all about.

It dawned on me that I was enjoying the task of making the school lunch. The Zen of it. The full mindfulness of the moment with balancing time between cooking, cleaning, preparing, talking to the dog and all without really thinking about the myriad things there are to be distracted by. Right now there are so many millions of people suffering. The world's climate might make it worse. World hatred and fear grows. My body is failing. I have to have some major surgery. The family has problems with children's family breakup. The boy is waking ready to watch YouTube before school. I return to making his lunch.

Lunch made so back to watching the world through my feeds. News and social media feeds. Right now it's about Israel. It has so far killed about twenty thousand people and displaced hundreds of thousands.

Suffering.

I made breakfast and washed the dishes while I talked to the dog and I was happy.

Tonight they're bombing Gaza

 

              Tonight they're bombing Gaza

              The kids cry in the dark

              The blood and grime they can't wash off

              their future's bleak and stark

              The white man's world is cheering on

              We're paying for the bombs

              We've sent our finest soldiers

              To help kill kids and moms

              They say there's oil off Gaza

              It's Palestine's of course

              But after ethnic cleansing

              It's ours by rule of force

              Tonight they're bombing Gaza

              It's been going on for weeks

              They've leveled almost every house

              With rotting death it reeks

              Around the world some protest

              The slaughter and the death

              But Zionists they say it's good

              And lie with every breath

              Tonight they're bombing Gaza

              The kids die in the dark

              They die there in their mother's arms

              While more bombs scream and bark

              Tonight they're bombing Gaza

              But what are we to do?

              We'll all claim we are innocent

              We'll claim we never knew

              Tonight they're bombing Gaza

              They're bombing in G-d's name

              To bury all of Palestine

              In blood and tears and pain

              Tonight they're bombing Gaza

Approaching cannabis boom bust cycle in Thailand?

I don't blog much do i. I guess it's my laziness or something. Baggage too. Seems so mirkish.

Right now, in July 2023, in Thailand, you can find little dope stalls everywhere and bigger shops never very far.

The prices are very high. Compared to the Aotearoa black market. About $680 to $965 per ounce in NZD.

I had reported this in a FB post.

I discovered that the reason all the dope here is very expensive is that the business minded Thais, who don't for a one of them overlap with the old school apt growers, have to import their grass - and they do it on line. Mostly from the USA.

The old hippy Thais who actually spent their lives learning how to quietly grow and crop good weed making such an easy life just selling to a small but steadily growing local market.

Right now, anyone who can grow good weed and make it available on line can make a living here. Or a fortune.

But they need to know and have a trusting relationship with farmers. Or be married to a Thai who owns at least a little land.

Thais are good learners and farming is in their blood.

Something to ponder.

Tabhair Dom Do Lámh in D on the tenor banjo - with words

 No. Not the original words. Sorry. My own made up words for being able to sing it - hence the key change to D which is the closest easy key i could manage.

Vid - just a working export so i can practice my singing for a while

Here's what i started with along with my memory and going back to listen to some old bands.

I'm sure people have done it way better.

Bush band resources

Resources for a prospective bush band: Fairlie Good Old Bush Band?

Dances!

Circassian circle

Heel and toe polka

Virginia Reel

Cumberland Reel

Braydon Races

Aussie Songs

NZ Songs

NZ pop

This is my chord arrangement for DD

This was probably the first version i heard

My variation on one of the better known standard fiddle tunes

Variation on Old Bullock Dray (Turkey in the the straw)

another: The Silver Spear

Glenborough Wool

(under construction)

Porsche Portia spider

Porsche Portia spider

dancing here beside a

tasty little morsel

he'd like to have inside a

dream he'll have forever

now don't you think he's clever?

for SB. Mr Um. Porsche dorsche.

Check it out:

Volvo Trunk Won't Open SOLVED!

This guy saved me maybe hundreds of dollars.

Jimmy Rodger's recordings with ukulele

Dear Old Sunny South by the Sea (1928)


Treasure's untold (1928)

My late brother Allan Stephen Hobbs (1956-1998) sang this song. He sang it well. Better than i can or ever could. I neglected my little brother. He should have been a star but instead he fell into hard times that killed him. While the world rushed by.




The Brakeman's Blues (1928) - can't find a copy where i can hear the ukulele)


Whisper your mother's name (1929)




Looking for a new mama (1931)




Discography source.

Muttonbirds - Nature

I love this song




here are the chords

Here's the original

Cause for Palestine - theft and murder r1

An updated version, with words and chords






Jewish Scholar Norman Finkelstein Says ‘Israel Is A Nation Of Murderers’ Loved By The Far Right

      Dm               Am
You hearken to a call from God
         C                           G
that's sworn to by some lying sod
     Dm              Am
it's just another big con job
         C           G             Dm
that's built on theft and murder

why can't you see it's genocide
of anyone who you decide's
essential to God's great design
all built on theft and murder

the chosen people so they say
will show us how and light the way
but i see bloodshed every day
that looks like theft and murder

So join the cause of Palestine
don't wait until there's no more time
your heartless end of times design
is simply theft and murder

No use cryin, no use tryin the telephone

In the afternoon i'm workin all alone
In the afternoon i'm working all alone
no use cryin, no use tryin the telephone

I've been waitin, i've been waitin a long long time
I've been waitin, honey i've been waitin a long long time
since you went away i've been out of my mind

in the evenin when the sun looks good goin down
in the evenin sugar when the sun looks good goin down
look for you baby but you're nowhere to be found

I've been waitin, I've been waitin for you to come home
I've been waitin, i've been waitin for you to come home
no use cryin, no use tryin the telephone

in the mornin when i reach for you in bed
in the mornin honey when i reach for you in bed
it's not you honey pie it's somebody else instead

here's a q n d - hope to improve on it

words are kinda flexible - kinda make them upish as i go along though it's gravitating to a regular set now

Join the cause for Palestine

A new song. A first draft and a rushed recording.


       Dm               Am
You hearken to a call from God
         C                           G
that's sworn to by some lying sod
     Dm              Am
it's just another big con job
         C           G             Dm
that's built on theft and murder

why can't you see it's genocide
of anyone who you decide's
essential to God's plan divine
all built on theft and murder

the chosen people so they say
will show us how and light the way
but i see bloodshed every day
that looks like theft and murder

So join the cause of Palestine
don't wait until there's no more time
your heartless end of times design
is simply theft and murder

A waste of good whiskey

Em                                           A                    Em
why i'm feelin blue is just the lack of some whiskey
     A                               G              Em    G  Em
to drink and drive you out of my mind

Em                                       A                      Em
Cryin over you would be a waste of good whiskey
                   A               G                Em    G  Em
and there's so little to spare at this time


Em                                            A                   Em
lying like you do is just more proof of my stupidity
        A                 G                            Em    G  Em
no wonder that i hang my head and cry

Em                                    A             Em
dyin over you would be a lost opportunity
    A                               G                           Em         G  Em
to see my way through all these troubling times

Long Long Road - New Zealand Cannabis Referendum Song

G C  G  C x n

G              C                     G          C
Whenever you are feelin blue
G                 C                               G           C
what do you do to make yourself happy?
G                   C                         G         C
When you don't know what to do
G                  C                                G              C      D
What do you think might make it happen?
                               (G C D)
It's a long long road
                          G         C    D
from misery to happiness
                               (G C D)
you've been walking it alone
                                G        C
you need walk it no more

All my life - pointed the finger
All my life it's been the same lie
All my life it's been repeated
First you go crazy then you die

It's a long long road
from misery to happiness
you've been walking it alone
well you're alone no more

Long Long Road

G C  G  C x n

G              C                     G          C
Whenever you are feelin blue
G                 C                               G           C
what do you do to make yourself happy?
G                   C                         G         C
When you don't know what to do
G                  C                                G              C      D
What do you think might make it happen?
                               (G C D)
It's a long long road
                          G         C    D
from misery to happiness
                               (G C D)
you've been walking it alone
                                G        C
you need walk it no more

All my life - pointed the finger
All my life it's been the same lie
All my life it's been repeated
First you go crazy then you die

It's a long long road
from misery to happiness
you've been walking it alone
well you're alone no more

Every country song is the same

Every country song is the same
at its heart
at its heart

Every country boy has a name
in his heart
in his heart

and it doesn't really matter what country you're from
the ways of the countryside go on and on
the way of the country is deep in your blood
it's the way of the drought and the way
of the flood

Every country town is the same
at its heart
at its heart

Every country girl has a flame
in her heart
in her heart

and it doesn't really matter what country you're from
the ways of the countryside go on and on
the way of the country is deep in your blood
it's the way of the drought and the way
of the flood


G 3/4

I Don't Care

what do you do when you go outside
see your cattle dying by the riverside
where the water went
well you don't know
all you can say is it don't flow

and they're all so spontaneous
it's so ridiculous
unless it's miraculous

i don't care

when the one you love has gone away
and it doesn't matter what you say
why she went
well you don't know
you were so sure she loved you so

and they're all so spontaneous
it's so ridiculous
unless it's miraculous

i don't care

scrimp and save to get ahead
you should have been a thief instead
why the prices rise
well you don't know
and the rich just watch their power grow

and they're all so spontaneous
it's so ridiculous
unless it's miraculous

i don't care
 

Blow Flies

written for Skye and the Blowfly'z


Maybe you like a little Dusty?
When the rain falls in July?
Or the haunting sound of Hank Williams
Brother you and i see i to i

But i like the sound - of blow flies - of blow flies

Maybe you like the sound of songbirds?
Sometimes they can make you cry
Or the sound of a million cicadas
When it fills the whole sky

But i like the sound - of blow flies - of blow flies

Maybe you like the ocean?

The way the foam flies

Or the sound of a waterfall

Falling down from on high

But i like the sound - of blow flies - of blow flies

I know you

Where are you going?
What do you seek?
When you look back
What do you see?

Why are you running?
Running's no use
Running from reality is running away from the truth

But i know you, i know you

Birds and bees disappearing
and that's a fact
Seems we're implicated
in that act

Why are we running
When running's no use?
Running from reality is running away from the truth

But i know you, i know you